I’m only a girl,not even a teen, not even.I’m only a girl.The world below, I’m leavin’.I’m only a girl.

You don’t want to know...the tale of the child.Plump as the summer,she is food to the giantwho goes “Fee- fi- fo- fum.”if I tell that one,you won’t hear me–‘cause your ears will bleed and bleed.Beware of spilling the beans.

It’s better to be swinging,kicking peaches off the green tree...one, two, three hundred peaches.

I’m only a girl,not even a teen, not even.I’m only a girl.The world below, I’m leavin’.The world below, I’m leavin’.The world below, I’m leavin’.

I’m only a girl, soft and sweet.I’m only a girl, sick of sleep.I’m only a girlwhose red-wicked sneakerskeep kicking peachestill they’re dead with a secret,that I’ll never tell anyone.

There’s still a trillion...there’s still a trillion...there’s still a trillion...dumb icky peacheson the green tree...on the green tree...on the green tree.